Nighthawk: A Superhero Story (closed for Siobhancan99)

[Halcyon638]

“Thank you. You just busted me out of Dad Jail. I swear I went up and down this hall twice.” He grinned and slipped the plastic item into his shirt pocket. “Hi, Monica. I’m Sid. Do you work in the city, or…?” She could hear recordings of farm animals sounding behind her new neighbor and the smell of homemade tomato sauce wafted out.

 

[siobhancan99]

Monica looked into the apartment and then back at the guy. "I have an internship nearby at a security company. you know the one where that crazy australian guy tried to murder the CEO? during the year i'm at Prospect" She gestured vaguely towards campus, then checked Sid's hand for a ring. "how old is your daughter?"

 

[Halcyon638]

“Oh, wow,” Sid said at the reference to Vigil. “Here’s hoping you’re supervillain-free this summer.” He glanced over his shoulder, affording her a chance to scan his hands to see he wasn’t sporting a ring. “She’s six. Starting up school this fall. Kindergarten.”

“Daddy, you got to see this,” the girl in question said, walking toward the door, eyes fixed on the tablet.

“Watch where you’re walking, honey.”

“I got all the cows lined up and then they did a jump.” Sid’s daughter had a pale complexion, big, dark eyes, and ebony hair. She stood where she was, transfixed on the device again.

“Thanks again,” Sid said. “And welcome to the building.”

 

[siobhancan99]

Monica nodded "My girlfriend's sister is about the same age so I know how it can be." She waved to the girl who didn't even seem to notice she existed. At least Gabi's sister wasn't glued to a tablet all day. "anyway. Nice meeting you" she stepped back into her apartment and stripped out of her work clothes. She just tied on a robe and went to the fridge. Sighing she noted nothing, literally nothing, was in it. She'd have to get some instacart. She ordered some groceries and then flopped onto the couch, calling Gabi while she waited on her pizza. She filled her in on the first day, and the funny moment about 'do you know Nighthawk." which she was, truth be told, still pretty tickled about.

After eating the pizza, which was just ok, she sat on the couch waiting for her groceries. Out of boredom she closed her eyes, slipping her hand down between her legs. She missed Gabi for a lot of reasons but this was definitely a big one. She thought about her girl on top of her, kissing her, thought about her fingers wandering. Her own fingertip drew circles around her clit, her free hand slipping into her robe she pinched her nipple, tugging at it. She swallowed and licked her lips, moaning softly as her finger dipped lower, getting slick and then gently rubbing her clit in circles as she thought about her girlfriend, the smell of her, the feel of her body against her. The way she moaned and the way her breath caught before she was going to cum. Her finger moved steadily, stroking the little bean of her clit as she worked herself up. She pushed two fingers into herself, fucking herself for a moment, then used both to rub herself, teasing her clit and lips as she tugged at her nipple. She arched, starting to cum, shuddering with the release. She sighed a moment, then blinked and realized it was still just 730 and she had to figure out what the hell to do with herself.

"Maybe I'm not good at being alone." She groaned and got dressed a little more, so she could get her groceries. She also got her armor out and tried to figure out where she could summon the sliver in this neighborhood, and if she could get out of the building in her gear or if she had to take it somewhere.

 

[Halcyon638]

After grocery shopping, the lurid sun had finally faded as 9:00 hit. Exiting the 5th floor window in costume seemed a tad too risky, but Gabi had left her a too-long raincoat that could easily conceal the armor when combined with some boots, leaving Monica only needing to don her mask and change into her more mobile footwear in the Sliver.

She was able to meet the vehicle near a condemned subway tunnel and be on her way.

Despite it being a Monday, patrol was busy, from breaking up a brutal fight outside a liquor store, to preventing a carjacking. Her armor stuck to the Sliver’s seat in the June heat.

Around 11, Monica heard a report on the police band of a possible break-in at Lakoff Biochemicals. Approaching, she spotted a helicopter hovering over the rooftop of the building. There were no markings to indicate its affiliation, and the space appeared poor for landing a chopper; instead, 3 ropes dangled down, swaying in the breeze.

 

[siobhancan99]

It felt good to be back in the mix. The carjacking especially resonated with her, given its place in her origin. It was hot, and she was disgusting under the armor, but the thrill of being on the street, doing something with her hands... being occupied. It was intoxicating all over again. To feel that purpose with every punch was exactly what she needed to offset the summer doldrums. She examined the biochem business, noting the copter. She knew the cops would cover the ground, so if the thieves thought they could get away out of the roof they'd try that, then have to make their way down again if she could eliminate that as an option. She saw two chances. Wait for the 3 on the roof, or go for the copter. Flush with the thrill of the hunt, she elected to go for the copter. Setting the sliver near the roof, but not so near a human could jump on it, she made her way to the roof, then sprinted for the rope, jumping to try to catch it and make her way up to the cockpit. or whatever it was called inside a helicopter.

 

[Halcyon638]

Monica shimmied up the rope in a flash, vague memories of needing to hide her prowess at such a feat in gym class briefly coming back to her. The deafening whir of the rotors seemed to resonate in her bones.

She was just beginning to pull her head and shoulders above the entrance the helicopter when she spotted the pilot. They had a mane of somewhat shaggy, unkempt gray hair. "Is it just you?" he called out, competing with the mechanical cacophony. Not looking back, he called out, "Where are the others?"

 

[siobhancan99]

She fought the urge to say "dead" but instead set about clambering in behind him and reaching down to pull in the ropes. if she released them, they might try to use them to escape, so best to gather them up. She made a sort of nondescript sound, hoping to buy some time with the Pilot. If he continued to think she was one of the crew, it might get her what she needed in terms of time to pull in the ropes.

 

[Halcyon638]

Monica pulled the lines up into the cabin of the helicopter. The man said nothing for a moment, then shouted, "There's the rest of you. Right on ti--"

As if noticing something amiss, he turned back toward Monica. He was a jowly, pink-faced man in his fifties with a thick but well-maintained beard. "You. You're not--"

A meaty hand reached toward a holster at his hip.

 

[siobhancan99]

Monica grabbed for the hand "NOw you can land this thing or I can throw you out of it, but you're getting into that god damn square in the next minute one way or another." She didn't try to hurt him with the grab, but she wasn't terribly interested in finding out what a bullet would do to the copter either. Jumping out of this thing seemed like a bad idea, so she went for locking him down and trying to convince him he was fucked "I'm the fucking Nighthawk. Don't be stupid."

 

[Halcyon638]

The pilot’s arm stiffened. “Whoa. No need to get all riled up, darlin’.” He drew his fingers back from the butt of his gun. “Whatever you say, boss lady. Going to be needing that arm back if you don’t mind.”

His hand went back to the controls. “Just so you know, with all the vent shafts and shit up on this rooftop, it’s going to be a tight fit.” The man began bringing the vehicle downward. At the same time, Monica spotted 3 figures emerging from a rooftop entrance.

All of them were dressed in security guard uniforms, except for the pairs of goggles each wore on their faces. The group consisted of a short-ish, compact, pale man with a shaved head, a tall, broad-chested black man with a shaved head and a full beard, and a woman with short dark hair. She was in the lead, while behind her, the dark-skinned man was carrying a container a little larger than a shoebox.

 

[siobhancan99]

"Land on the street. in the intersection. there's plenty of room" Then turn off the copter and get out. give me any keys." She looked over the the three. Her main goal was to trap them for now in the building or on the roof. coming out the door they'd have to deal with the cips. The sliver could get her back up to the roof once the copter was out of the picture. She couldn't really take three and make sure that the box didn't get away if there was still a good escape route. "you know what they're bringing out of there? if the box opens are we all dead?"

 

[Halcyon638]

“You got it,” the main said in a breezy tone, shifting the helicopter’s trajectory. They began descending to the streets below. “No idea, missy. I’m just doing a job. Woulda been doing it damn well if you hadn’t shown.”

A pair of police cars seemed to be headed in the direction of the building and were about two blocks away at the moment. By the time they reached the ground and the pilot had stepped out of the vehicle, they were about a block away. The pilot put his hands up, then on his head, and waited.

 

[siobhancan99]

Monica took the keys off him "not saying how to do your job but you know. I have to go back to that roof." She bolted towards the building, using her phone to summon the sliver. Hopping in she made her back up towards the roof, figuring that if they could rappel down they already would have without the copter. She hoped they'd be going back through the building so she could trap them between her and the cops. She figured the pilot would run, but the cops were around so who could say.

 

[Halcyon638]

When Monica’s feet hit the rooftop again, there was no sign of the three figures, and the entrance way through which they’d emerged before was shut again, but not locked. A single staircase descended about 20 feet to a landing near a closed door. An Emergency Exit sign bathed the area in red

 

[siobhancan99]

Monica made her way down the stairs, bounding down them quickly. She assumed they were still in the building, if they weren't they weren't. She had to check it. She wanted to know what was in the box more than anything, but stopping those guys was good too. Really. She made it to the door, trying it and if it opened she slipped into the area beyond.

 

[Halcyon638]

The doorway opened up into a long, wide hallway that split in two directions. Only the dim emergency lighting lit up the area. To the left, Monica could hear voices.

“—told you the plan was fucking fucked from the get-go, didn’t I?” a male voice with a British accent said.

“You say that about all of our plans,” a calm, mellifluous, Latin-accented female voice replied, “and I always make it work, don’t I? That’s why you always have a Plan B. And C and D. Now make the switch.”

Monica was now just around the corner from them.

 

[siobhancan99]

Monica moved as quietly as she could to the corner. if there was a "switch" to be made, she wanted to see what it was. There might be a plan to leave whatever they were stealing somewhere for an internal accomplice. An inside man made sense, for them to have the layout of the building and to be able to get right to what it was they were stealing. If she could get a grasp of what they were doing, and they left the object she could fight them with more confidence, secure that she knew where the goods were for post-fight talks with the cops or to satisfy her own curiosity.

 

[Halcyon638]

Peering around the corner, Monica spotted one of the trio, the shorter, pale man with the shaved head, working on unscrewing a nearby ventilation shaft, the box at his feet.

The broad-chested, bearded black man had stripped off his security guard uniform, showing off a sinewy torso, and was pulling the pants up on another uniform.

“Come on, Flash,” the short-haired woman said, similarly stripped to the waist and slithering into a similar pair of pants, clad in a black bra up top, “nothing we haven’t seen before.” A holster on one curvy hip held a pistol.

The bearded man was producing a jacket bearing the logo of the SWAT team when Monica felt the pale man’s eyes fall upon her.

“Oh, fucking Hell,” the still-shirtless man exclaimed in a British accent, dropping the jacket and getting his hands up in front of himself as if readying for battle while his female companion’s right hand drew her gun in a single, impressively fluid motion.

The short man had swapped his electric screwdriver for a pair of combat knives which he gripped lightly, as if he’d just as soon start juggling them as grasping them.

“You can come out of the shadows,” the woman said, the suggestion of a smile on her lips as she aimed the firearm at Monica, “to what do we owe the honor?”

 

[siobhancan99]

Monica unspooled her chain, stepping out "You can just stop with the gun. I've been shot like a dozen times now and I'm entirely bulletproof. If one of your shots kills your buddies though that's felony murder" Thanks Law and Order, for that little tidbit. She lazily swung the chain "As to the honor, my husband is out of town so I have to work out my excess energy somehow." She spun it a little faster as she stepped into the light "And well, I'm an insufferable busybody. So before things get too loud, how about you let me know what's in the box? If it is Gwyneth Paltrow's head I'll let you go."

Before the woman could answer, she lashed out at her with the chain. The gun was probably more dangerous than the knives, but who knew what the guy willing to fight her bare fisted was augmented with. Besides, the woman was the brains of the outfit clearly. If she could take her out, the fight would probably be more straightforward.

 

[Halcyon638]

“No opening your presents until you eat your cake,” the female burglar replied, slipping her goggles down over her eyes, a move imitated by the two others. When the chain lunged out, she was ready, springing to her side with an impressive litheness. She squeezed the trigger of her automatic pistol, letting out a burst that lit up the hall and sailed harmlessly past Monica as she flattened herself against a wall.

“Not bad,” the woman opined. “Cutthroat?” Before the Prospect U student could recover, the knife-wielding man raced in, stance low. He unleashed a trio of seemingly tentative strikes, culminating in an upward slash that caught the underside of Monica’s forearm and drew blood.

He flipped backwards, seemingly creating space for the Brit. “You have some miserable fucking timing, love.” His hands glowed suddenly and a blinding flash of light almost instantly materialized a few feet from Monica. “So why don’t you be a dear and just fuck off?”

Monica managed to shield herself from the light, which was now dissipating.

 

[siobhancan99]

"your pilot's already in police custody, so maybe don't make this worse for yourselves." She noted the light guy. Was it tech? was he some kind of fucking mutant? Interesting, but with three on one odds she was truly fucked, particularly since knives managed to make her bleed for maybe the first time ever. That would require stitches and in requiring stitches would require some kind of explanation at work. So fuck knives, if she was getting one of them she was getting him. She bobbed as if heading towards the woman with the gun, but then lashed out with the full length of the chain, aming to wrap it around knive's feet so she could whip them out from under him and slam him to the ground.

 

[Halcyon638]

The knife wielder sprang into the air, doing a full flip and avoiding the low sweep of the chain.

“Been in worse situations before, haven’t we, Vapor?” the Brit said.

The dark-haired woman seemed to be taking her time to lock on Monica, following her movements with her weapon. “I’ve been on worse first dates,” the woman said. Monica feinted a move to her right then jackknifed to her left, letting the woman fire off another series of rounds.

The pale man came in hard again, blades sweeping and thrusting. He was good, too good, as Monica felt a diagonal slash cut into her left knee.

“You got to admire the spirit in her,” the bearded man said. Another orb of light bloomed around his right hand. This time, it shot out in a ray, singeing Monica’s shoulder.

 

[siobhancan99]

Three on one clearly sucked, as these weren't street chumps. Damn Thalmer for being a lovesick puppy. He'd have made a great boy-wonder. Or man-wonder. Still at this point she had to even the fight up a bit. She gripped the middle of the chain, lashing out with all her might with one end of the chain for the gunwoman's head. After, she swung the other end of the chain around To smash into the woman and hopefully wrap around her so she could pull her in against her. "Three on one? you boys always double team a girl? Can't get one on your own?"

 

[Halcyon638]

The end of the chain connected with the lead thief, striking her in the back of the head with a loud thud. Monica connected with the other end as well, catching her along the jaw and opening up a wide gash. In a few added motions, Monica wrapped the short-haired woman in the chain.

“Vapor,” the bearded thief exclaimed at the sight of his companion immobilized. “Fuck. You let her go, right this fucking instant.”

The thief with the knives charged Monica, foregoing a bit of his speed for a series almost wild thrusts while the woman struggled against the chains. Monica ducked and blocked his forearms, preventing any attacks from getting through.

“Keep it going,” the woman said, spitting out blood. “She’s hurting and she hasn’t even scratched you yet. And she’s favoring that right knee.”

The bearded thief launched another burst of blinding light. Monica was able to leap away, though in the process, her captive fell prone to the floor with the clatter of chains.